Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

The setting sun is like blood.

The wind was biting on the mountain road, rustling the bushes on both sides.

Ye Fan lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, and the red mass on his chest was rapidly expanding.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes rolled back, and his fingers were spasmodically digging into the asphalt road beneath him, his fingernails filled with black gravel.

Another security guard, Liu Hao, was lying three meters away from Ye Fan, with a bright red patch on his lower back.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and he was whimpering softly, like a stray dog ​​whose back had been broken.

The other six security guards had long since disappeared.

He Qiang stood beside the two men, expressionless, the scissors in his hand still dripping blood.

Over at the black Maybach, Leng Yanran's composed smile had completely vanished.

At first, she and Xu Yunfan were eagerly waiting to see what would happen.

Until the first security guard collapsed with a scream.

Until Ye Fan, the security captain of the Leng Group and a provincial Sanda champion, crashed to the ground.

It wasn't until they saw clearly that the scissors in He Qiang's hand were dripping blood.

Leng Yanran could no longer smile.

She had originally crossed her arms and was watching the show with a detached air, but now she covered her mouth with her hands, trying hard to suppress her emotions.

She unconsciously took a step forward, then another, her steps changing from stiff to hurried, and then to a jog.

The high heels made a messy sound on the asphalt road.

Xu Yunfan stumbled along behind, his face pale and his legs weak, taking three steps and then staggering one.

Yi Chuhong also climbed out of the back seat of the Maybach, followed for a few steps, and then suddenly stopped a dozen meters away from He Qiang, raising her hand to cover her mouth tightly.

The horrific scene had completely stunned her.

Leng Yanran finally ran up to her.

She looked down at the two bloodied figures lying on the ground, her lips trembling, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Ye Fan... Liu Hao..."

His voice was trembling.

Xu Yunfan also wanted to come and see, but after taking only two steps closer, he caught a glimpse of the still-growing crimson mass on Ye Fan's chest.

His legs went weak, and he knelt down on the road, retching violently.

Yi Chuhong stood behind, covering her mouth and backing away. After taking two steps back, she bumped into the door of the Maybach, freezing in place with her eyes fixed on the scissors in He Qiang's hand.

"He Qiang!"

Leng Yanran suddenly looked up, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at He Qiang.

"What have you done?! You...you killed them?"

He Qiang did not answer her.

He looked down at the scissors in his hand; the blood on the tip of the blade had congealed into a dark red color.

He shook the blood off the scissors, then bent down and gently placed them on the ground.

Then he took out his phone, stopped the recording, and saved the file.

Next, I logged into the dashcam's cloud storage, downloaded the video I had just watched, and backed it up in three places: my phone, a cloud drive, and my email.

After doing all this, he dialed the police.

"Hello, police officer."

He Qiang's voice was steady.

"I was attacked by eight thugs at the third bend on the winding mountain road in the Yanshan villa area of ​​Jiangcheng. They violently assaulted me..."

"I fought back and injured two people. The injured are still at the scene, and I am also at the scene and haven't left..."

"Yes, I suspect it was my wife, Leng Yanran, who ordered them to ambush and kill me..."

"Okay, I'll protect the scene and wait for your arrival..."

He Qiang hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

Then he turned to look at Leng Yanran.

Leng Yanran stood there, her lips trembling, her face turning pale and then flushed.

She heard everything He Qiang said to the police.

"I suspect it was my wife, Leng Yanran, who instigated them..."

Every word felt like a nail piercing her ears.

"He Qiang, you're slandering me!"

Xu Yunfan got up from the ground, the acid from his stomach still hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

He shouted at He Qiang, "President Leng didn't order them to do that! Stop framing me!"

"Whether it is or not," He Qiang smiled, "the police will make their own judgment."

As He Qiang spoke, he slowly walked towards Leng Yanran.

She shuddered violently and took two steps back.

"He Qiang, you...you're a devil...don't come any closer!"

Her voice completely changed tone, as if something was stuck in her throat, and her face showed unconcealed panic.

He Qiang stopped three steps away from her.

"Leng Yanran," He Qiang tilted his head, looking at her with a smile, "is it fun to fight and scheme against me?"

Leng Yanran bit her lip and remained silent.

But she was trembling all over, her legs were weak, and she could hardly stand.

He Qiang didn't press her any further. His gaze went past her shoulder and landed on Yi Chuhong behind her.

Yi Chuhong had retreated to the side of the Maybach, leaning against the car door and vomiting.

She sensed He Qiang's gaze and looked up to meet his eyes.

Then she shuddered, like a frightened little animal, and frantically pulled open the car door, squeezed in with all her might, and quickly closed the door.

He Qiang then looked at Xu Yunfan with a mocking gaze.

Xu Yunfan was startled and scrambled to hide behind Leng Yanran, grabbing her sleeves with both hands and shrinking so that only half of his face was visible.

"Sister Yanran...I...I'm scared..."

Leng Yanran clenched her fists, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.

She quickly turned around and dragged Xu Yunfan towards the Maybach.

"Let's go!"

She called out without turning her head, her steps quickening.

"Leng Yanran".

He Qiang stood still and shouted something to her back.

"You can't escape. Just wait to be summoned by the police, haha."

Leng Yanran's back stiffened abruptly, as if she had been electrocuted.

But she didn't stop.

She opened the car door and climbed into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life.

The black Maybach made a U-turn on the winding mountain road, its tires screeching as it hurtled downhill.

The mountain road fell silent again.

Only the low groans of the two bloodied figures on the ground and the howling of the mountain wind through the bushes remained.

He Qiang squatted down and sat on the curb next to Ye Fan, lighting a cigarette.

After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, the sound of sirens came from the foot of the mountain, growing louder as they approached.

"Waaaaah—"

Red and blue lights illuminated the bends of the mountain road, where two police cars were parked one after the other.

The car door opened, and four or five policemen got out.

The leader was a middle-aged policeman in his forties, with a square face and a calm gaze; he was clearly an experienced veteran detective.

He glanced around the scene and frowned slightly.

"Did you call the police?"

He looked at He Qiang with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes."

He Qiang stubbed out his cigarette, put his hands behind his head, and stood up.

"My name is He Qiang, and I am the person involved."

"These two on the ground are the thugs who attacked me; there were six others who have already fled."

"I didn't touch the scene. The scissors I used for self-defense were just left on the roadside."

The middle-aged policeman glanced at He Qiang but didn't ask any further questions.

He waved to his colleagues behind him: "Take control of the people, cordon off the scene, call 120, and collect evidence."

"Get in the car, we're going back to the station to give a statement."

A policeman walked up to He Qiang, took out handcuffs, and put them on him.

"Okay, officer."

He Qiang obediently climbed into the back seat of the police car.

This is also one of the key principles of Mad Dog Boxing.

After assaulting someone, you must fully cooperate with the police investigation and absolutely must not resist in any way.

By the time we arrived at the police station, it was already completely dark.

The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room were blindingly white.

Two police officers, a man and a woman, sat opposite He Qiang.

The man was in his forties; he was the old detective who was at the scene earlier.

He opened the notebook in front of him, took off the cap of his pen and pinned it to the cover, and looked at He Qiang with a steady gaze.

The woman was in her early twenties, dressed neatly in her police uniform. She had pretty features and a sharp, earnest air about her.

She sat upright in the chair, her pen already prepared in her hand.

The man spoke up: "My name is Wang Zheng, deputy captain of the criminal investigation team. This is Shen Lijuan, my apprentice."

"We are representing the police to formally question you. You must answer our questions truthfully, understand?"

"Don't worry, officer, I will tell you everything I know!"

As He Qiang spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Shen Lijuan.

If he remembers correctly, she was a supporting female character in the original novel.

A police officer with a strong sense of justice who was later recruited by Leng Yanran to become her best friend.

In the original story, she not only became best friends with Leng Yanran, but was also later won over by Leng Yanran's white moonlight, Xu Liunian, and became Xu Liunian's secret lover.

Look, take a good look at them all.

In the original storyline, apart from the idiot male lead He Qiang, everyone else seemed to be doing quite well.

He Qiang just couldn't understand what the original owner had done wrong to deserve being treated like this.

"Tell me," Wang Zheng tapped the notebook, "What exactly happened?"

He Qiang sat in the chair, head down, and remained silent for two seconds.

Then--

"Officer!"

He Qiang suddenly looked up, covered his face with both hands, his voice trembling with sobs, and his whole body was shaking.

"I'm so miserable... I'm so scared..."

The ultimate secret of Mad Dog Boxing: You must cry sincerely, cry heartbreakingly, cry so hard it brings tears to people's eyes, let them know your fear, your helplessness, your forced retaliation...

Remember when Luo Shengui stabbed the assailant to death with two scissors? He even told reporters' cameras, "I was absolutely terrified. They were so brutal. I didn't even know what I was doing. This incident left me with a huge psychological scar, and it may take a lifetime to heal..."

The surviving criminals cried when they saw this scene in prison.

He Qiang was the same; he was terrified and cried uncontrollably.

Moreover, his performance wasn't entirely acting.

He Qiang's empathy with the original owner exploded at this moment.

That unfortunate guy suffered for three whole years, trampled on by Leng Yanran and the entire female-oriented online community...

The despair of being humiliated, mocked, framed, and ultimately dying in prison all surged up...

In addition, He Qiang rubbed his eyes hard with his fingers twice, and tears instantly welled up.

The situation was truly appalling; tears streamed down his face, snot was everywhere, and he was a complete mess.

Wang Zheng frowned: "Don't get agitated, speak slowly."

"They, seven or eight of them, ambushed me on the mountain road!"

He Qiang wiped away tears with one hand and gripped the corner of the table with the other, looking both pained and vulnerable.

"They were all big, burly, and looked menacing..."

"I was so scared, my hands were shaking, and all I could do was pull out the scissors and wave them around wildly..."

"Wait a minute," Shen Lijuan stopped writing, frowning as she looked at He Qiang, "You said you used scissors? Where did you get your scissors?"

"I was organizing documents at home this morning, cutting paper with scissors, and then I just put it in my pocket and forgot to put it back in the toolbox."

He Qiang looked at Shen Lijuan and explained, "If you don't believe me, you can check the villa's surveillance footage."

Wang Zheng and Shen Lijuan exchanged a glance and both nodded.

"You said they were sent by your wife, what proof do you have?" Wang Zheng asked.

"There's evidence!"

He Qiang nodded vigorously, his emotions instantly becoming agitated.

"They said it themselves, the dashcam footage is crystal clear, and I even recorded the audio."

"The one leading the group is called Ye Fan. He's the security captain of the Leng Group and also a provincial Sanda champion."

"He said himself that Leng Yanran sent them!"

He Qiang paused for a moment, then increased the stakes again.

He also arrogantly declared: "Within Jiangcheng territory, Leng Yanran is the law!"

"They're so arrogant and lawless! Waaah, officer, I'm so scared, I'm almost dying of fright..."

He Qiang convulsed and cried loudly, vividly portraying the second half of the Heavenly-level cultivation technique.

Article 20, Paragraph 3 of the Criminal Law states: "Defensive actions taken against ongoing acts of violence such as murder or homicide that seriously endanger personal safety, resulting in injury or death to the perpetrator, shall not be considered excessive self-defense and shall not incur criminal liability."

While crying, He Qiang recalled the contents of the Criminal Law and reaffirmed that he was only acting in self-defense and had absolutely no intention of harming anyone.

After injuring the person, he didn't even chase or finish them off; the whole process was perfect!

"Everything I said is true!"

He Qiang covered his face with both hands, his shoulders twitching violently.

"I recorded it on my phone! My dashcam also recorded it!"

"I was really terrified, my mind went completely blank, and I had absolutely no idea what to do..."

"Officer, I'm so scared... I don't dare go home... I'm afraid they'll come and kill me again tonight..."

The interrogation room was silent for a few seconds.

All that could be heard was He Qiang's suppressed sobs and the sound of him sucking back his snot.

Wang Zheng glanced at Shen Lijuan again, his expression relaxing slightly.

"We will retrieve the evidence to verify this."

We will take your situation seriously.

"Just wait patiently."

He Qiang nodded, stood up with a sob, and followed a young auxiliary police officer to the detention room.

As he passed by Shen Lijuan, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

She was writing something quickly in her notebook with her head down, the pen scribbling softly.

After writing two lines, she looked up at He Qiang, her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

This woman is really good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, and a dashing and heroic air.

Such a gem shouldn't be given away to those scoundrels around Leng Yanran for nothing.

He Qiang's mind raced. He thought to himself, "This one's mine too. I'll take my time to conquer her."

Thinking of this, He Qiang quickly wiped away the tears on his face and smiled at her.

Shen Lijuan immediately frowned, her expression somewhat displeased.

But He Qiang didn't give her a chance to speak and quickly left the interrogation room.

After settling back in the detention cell, He Qiang slowly closed his eyes.

A "ding" sounded in my mind.

A prompt appeared on the system panel:

[The host has successfully unleashed two instances of the utterly righteous Mad Dog Fist, earning a reward of two attribute points!]

Good, we've gained two more attribute points.

He Qiang thought for a moment and added a little more to his intelligence.

As for the other attribute point, it will still be reserved for future use.

After adding attribute points, He Qiang lay down on the small bed in the detention cell.

He had his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Leng Yanran, it's your turn next."

"And how will you handle the police questioning?"